Lacuna [The Fangirl Series no. 02]

Prologue

Maybe being alone in a foreign country was the best decision Asialaine has ever made in her life. 

After years of convincing her Mom and siblings to let her go abroad they finally let her be. But their worry for her was too much and she didn't know why they get protective whenever she shows interest in any country abroad that she wants to explore. They won't tell her the reason but, she didn't mind. Deep inside her heart she knows that she needs to find the answer to her questions especially after unknown packages came to her, with only the initial J in it. She remembered being creeped out at first when she opened the packages and saw a medical certificate from a hospital, mugs, scarves and there were pictures of two people. Different places, different time but the same pose. His arms was wrapped around her and she's looking at him with a vulnerable expression nonetheless she gave him a big smile.

Taking out her phone she looked at the photo that she set as her wallpaper. Asia was mystified as the date on the bottom of the picture was taken three years ago. Her smile was wide in the photo looking at the person beside her whom she can't remember. Asia tried to remember anything that was related to the picture but alas, she found none except for dull throbbing pains made her grimace and click her tongue. Getting the pills from her bag she immediately downed two tablets to ease the discomfort. Their family doctor told her that she was in a traffic accident which explains the protectiveness of her Mom and siblings. Whenever she asks her older sister what happened to her before, her sister would change the topic but the seething rage in her eyes were evident.

Retrograde Amnesia, they said.

Asia won't remember anything related to her accident unless something will trigger it. She earned a gap between her memories and heart. She remembered how many sleepless nights she endured as reoccurring dreams of a car crash, a pink fairy plushie that's tainted with blood, a distorted phone call and beeping sounds haunted her. She remembered waking up in the middle of the night sobbing and crying about how she didn't tell him that she loved him. Looking up at the humongous signboard at Incheon Airport, she almost cursed.

Asia remembered that she can't read anymore after the accident. She became dyslexic, losing the ability to read because of the trauma she went through. Basic road signs became a struggle to her, causing her to have panic attacks especially when she hears loud horns of trucks. Her music is still on shuffle, playing random songs in different languages that she can understand in a way that she sympathizes with the singers. She thought that maybe it's one of the abilities she earned during the memory gap of three years.

The pleasant voice of the female on the intercom switched from English to Nihonggo to Mandarin and to Korean, saying that every passenger should board the plane on time or else they'll leave without them. Asia felt like a real adult, not knowing the hardships she'll face alone.

Her eyes were as dark as the night without stars making every one avert their gaze as she scanned her surroundings, her button nose scrunched in a cute way as she watched a little girl cried her heart out as the girl's father said goodbye, her thin lips turned up in a smirk when she noticed a pale boy looking at her. He's wearing a navy blue scarf around his neck, plain black tee, ripped jeans and black rubber shoes. Should I ask him? Should I approach him first? Or should I let him be? She thought as her red high cut chucks thudded lightly on the tiled floor. She looked at the pale boy again and noticed that he's the only one who's sitting at the row of chairs. He's alone. Is he waiting for someone? I can spare a few minutes of mine since, Nyxie and Unique is not here at the moment. She hesitated but, approached him. His pastel pink hair made him stand out at the airport, making him look like a cotton candy fairy. She noticed that he's clutching a notepad and she smiled, he feels eerily familiar but she can't tell why.

"Hello, I'm Diwata," The smile she had on her lips widened especially when he jolted as if she burned him. Suddenly she was reminded of the fairy plushie she kept at the back of her bag. "You can still speak Hangul, eh? And you still give Diwata as a false name, Asia." To say that she was shocked was an understatement. His eyes gave off a sad feel as she smiled. He seems familiar and Asia wanted to know why. 

"Ah so, you know me? I gotta tell you tho, I lost my memories that's why I'm here. I want to know what happened to me," Asia felt comfortable around him despite meeting him for the first time or is it? He stared at her and she saw how his eyes started to tear up. "Why are you looking at me like that? Do you have a major part in my memories?" He only patted the seat beside him and smiled mysteriously.

Asia was curious about the notepad he's looking at and asked him if he can show her what it contains. "A person who gave this to me means a lot but, I was the one who put her in danger. I'm a fool, right?" He asked her and her heart began to hurt. His voice became unstable and shaky. Why do I feel pain? Am I having heartburn? Asia thought that offering him a bit of advice can also help her alleviate the pain. "Maybe, if you ask her to forgive you then you'll feel free?" She offered her handkerchief that seemed to make him cry harder. She looked around, panicking a little bit as she hugged him tightly. Why is he crying? "How can I ask her to forgive me if she can't even remember me?" Asia laughed despite the ridiculous situation she's in. "Wow, seems like me and her have a lot in common," She joked to make him smile but he didn't.

"Who's the person you're waiting for?" Asia can't help but pry because of the awkward silence that ruled between them. "She'll never come back for me, Asia," Her heart started to beat faster when he said her name, the sense of familiarity and security was too much. She started to feel warm and leaned against him. He wrapped his arms around her and they just watched people going back and forth as if, they've done this a lot of times. 

"Why are you here?" He asked and she shrugged. "I'm looking for my memories, Boss," She answered in a soft voice. His eyes widened and hers too. "How?" Her head throbbed and she felt dizzy. She didn't know how she knew what to call him.  She put her hand over her mouth as pain washed over her like a tidal wave. "Jihoon-ah, it hurts," Asia whined accidentally knocking out the notepad in his arms. She saw the page wherein it was a sketch of him and her, this time it was in full color. She knows the place because it appears in her dreams vividly and almost every day.

As if she was thrown in a kaleidoscope world, she watched as scenes started to unfold in front of her.

"Wah! It's so cold! Look, Boss! Inu-chan!" Asia was bewildered when she saw herself smiling and laughing while the man she called as her Boss just watched her with a small smile in his lips. She's pointing at a dog who keeps on following her wherever she went. "Asia, be careful. The dog might bite you," He called out as he came near her with two steaming mugs of warm chocolate. Asia started to remember what happened. "Boss, you can't tell me what to do," The Asia in front of her pouted as her Boss gave her a mug and tapped her lips. "Stop pouting, I don't have extra hot packs here," She just laughed and put her arms around his waist while he hugged her. Asia started crying while she watched and she didn't know why. "Boss, you know that I love you, right?" His arms tightened around her as Asia laughed. "You little minx," He muttered lowly but, Asia heard it clearly. "Boss if ever we made a mistake, just always know that I can forgive you," His smile never faded, making her grin wider. "Asia, know that I'll never hurt you," He leaned towards her and kissed her nose. Their foreheads were brushing against each other, the stark difference of her sunkissed skin and his pale skin was evident creating a yin-yang like image. "I love you,"

Asia was pulled back into the real world and she's cradling her head. The boy was holding her upright and all she can think about was her dreams. The car crash, the pink fairy plushie that's tainted with blood, distorted phone call and loud beeping sounds. "It hurts. It hurts," Asia looked up just to look at the boy and when she did, an angry voice at the back of her mind played like a broken record. An argument and a car crash. "Why did you pushed me away?" Asia asked, looking at him with hurt in her dark eyes. "I didn't mean to-"

Asia never heard the rest of his statement as darkness swallowed her whole.

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Note: I actually have no plot nor timeline in all my stories so pardon me if I confuse their hair colors in different Eras. I am so sorry. My close friend actually introduced Seventeen and Stray Kids to me and she's the person I'm asking for information. 

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